Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.